Ezra Weston Loomis Pound- Speech For Psyche In The Golden Book Of Apuleius

All night, and as the wind lieth among

The cypress trees, he lay,

Nor held me save as air that brusheth by one

Close, and as the petals of flowers in falling

Waver and seem not drawn to earth, so he

Seemed over me to hover light as leaves

And closer me than air,

And music flowing through me seemed to open

Mine eyes upon new colours.

O winds, what wind can match the weight of him!

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